Raised sev’ral kinds o’ p’tic’lar cain
An’ pulled some rowdy stunts.
Now ’Mersion ’s pop’lar thar ter Sims’,
Some ’d ruther hev ’t than eatin’s;
More ’n half the fokes sings Baptis’ hymns
An’ goes ter all the meetin’s.
Wal, they jes’ give ’emselves a hunch
An’ got the law behind ’em;
The sheriff rounded up the bunch,
An’ Jestice Herford fined ’em.